Autistic love

Okay so today rocked socks even if I had to get pulled out of work.

For those who know me know that I not only have the joy of having a son with aspergers but a teenage brother with aspergers as well. Apperently my son has noticed when I'm over whelmed I have his uncle translate the aspie melt downs. Recently my oldest daycare class has been blessed with a young boy with full on autism. When this young boy first came into the class the other kids seemed to ignore him, but not my kid. A few days ago I was informed that my son has been a big help with this young boy's melt downs. Apperently certain colors and textures will set this boy off and when the boy cannot vocalize what is wrong my son will first get the offensive object away and then translate what he can.

Today during lunch(all the kids assemble in the cafeteria) a five year old went up to the boys and started picking on the boys. From what I gathered my son helped keep his friend's cool. He even gave up his chocolate milk which is his friends favorite. The teachers tried to get the 5 year old under control but the darling douche bag decided that he would take the chocolate milk and dump it on my their laps while screaming " LOOK THE RETARDS PEED THEIR PANTS". This is where I guess I should be upset with my son, but I'm not so suck it. My son tackled the 5 year old and started to beat his ass. I guess at one point the 5 year old decided to fight dirty when my youngest(2 years with cannibal tendencies  btw) attacked the 5 year and bit him on the shoulder.  The fight was over at this point since my youngest drew blood and wouldn't let go. After they got everyone into seperate corners they called us parents to come pick our brood.

Now here is my thoughts on today. I am super proud of my oldest for sticking up for his friend. I am proud of my youngest for looking out for his brother. I have given both boys better ways to defend that won't hurt the attacker but stun them. I don't feel sorry for the 5 year old, and any haters out there can suck it cause I'm a flippin sociopath.

So here's caffeine for my boys, their friend, and to anyone who is raising an autistic kid.

Java chip frap good drink great weapon

So like most people I suck with nicey nice until I have that first cup of coffee. Add two kids, a new move, and a broken coffee maker and I suck to be around. Well I guess my darling oldest miss this memo since he decided that being a douche was a great idea this morning.  I decided that if I wasn't gonna chuck his ass into traffic I need caffeine and fast.

I normally wait til I get to work before I hit the caffeine like a drunk at happy hour, but it was just that bad. With the constant bitching and crying, "he's touching me" "it smells funny on this bus" " I want mcdonalds", all the while I'm watching the bus driver caculating driving the into on coming traffic. So I did what anyone in my shoes would of done I sucked it up and went to Star Bucks. Now I'm not a supporter of Star Bucks. They wipe out small ma and pop coffee shops, they're way over priced, the customers are like crack addicts needing their next fix, I constantly get hit on by tortured writers, and I have to use my goggle translator just to order something. So I get up to the cashier and order a large java chip frap with extra expreso, throwing in a yo dawg just to really fuck with them. So I take a huge gulp of this 5.25 drink and noticed there were actually little coffee flavored chocolate chips. The problem was this chips were hard enough to be put in a bb gun. Just at that point my king of douche-ness knock over the straws, and without realizing what I was doing I lauched a java chip through the straw and it smacked him right in the forehead. There was an eerie silence as everyone waited to see what his royal highness would do. Without a warning I reloaded and watch as boy child scurried to pick up the mess.

I think I found my new parenting tool, and I must say its worth the 5.25 I pay. Now we're on our way to daycare and the boy is watching me slowly. No bitching, no whinning, just peace and quiet. Well kids I'm off to work...here's some caffeine on me.

Oh its on good people

Unless you have been living in a cave with bat dung lodged in you ear, I am sure you have seen the new political trend. That's right I am talking about "the War on Woman". Now I know, whether you're a man or woman, some of you are for pro life and some of you are pro choice, and hey I am all for you doing what you gotta do. What I am not okay with is you dropping your views in my life. I'm sorry but shoving you views on me is like shitting on my breakfast table, it is both unwanted and will not be tolerated. What does this have to do with "The War on Women", simple while men are suggesting these outrageous bills there are women also behind it, and that's just sick. I swear I will make this quick and painless.

So while doing my search on this new trend I found something that has had me up in arms for the pass two days. The lovely senator of Wisconsin has decided to try to pass a bill that would teach future moms that being a single mom is both neglect and a form of child abuse. Now the "lovely" senator Grotman would like us to believe that this is not just about single moms but all single parents. I'm sorry is that bullshit I smell on my cupcake? How can one claim its about all single parents when you are caught saying " kids are 20 times more likely to be molested by moms new boyfriend"? Oh and where do you find your facts good sir, the cracker jack box? Funny I don't see your children, oh wait you don't have a family. You're basing your family ideas off of your parents generation, where divorce was consider worse than humping a black guy in the park. Oh wait it gets better Grotman and his followers have been noted to say " that welfare has made being single more glamorized than a good marry life". These people clearly have never been on welfare. Its like hooking only more work and you can't jack the john's wallet while they're tied to the bed. At least when I was married I didn't have to wait 8 hours to get approved for food. I batted my baby greens showed a little leg and hubby got up and went shopping. This kind of of stupidity should not and will not be allowed. Sure right now its just teaching, but there is talk about punishing single moms by not allowing these women to participate in food stamps, TANF, or housing programs, becaue according to these small minded pickles there is no reason one should get a divorce. Instead you should try to remember why you got married, and fix it. Sorry domestic violence victims all those years of being told you don't have to be a victim have been lies. Instead of whinning to some broad on her period you need to take your husband's critques serious and learn to cook right. Remember you married him for his sense of humor, and just cause he stabbed you for watery gravy it is your fault and you need to fix it.

I can go on and on about the good sir Grotman, but I swore I would try to get you through this as quickly and painlessly as I could. So let's head west to my home the lovely Arizona. Dear Arizona has been kind of poplar recently with our immagration policy, that kid who shot up the state capitial bulding, and let's not forget Phoenix's pudgy sheriff. Well now we are in the news again along with several other states on a bill that would allow employers to decide what form of birth control(if any) is allowed. Some states are taking it further to where doctors can decide what form of birth control is okay. Here's my problem with this idea and with all the recent reproductive bills, these bills are being made by people who are against anything that isn't breeding. Why is it we have to be open minded to be on a jury, but any hater can make a bill. I think I shall make a bill that will make it a crime for cats to eat their young. Crazy no? Well that's what thess bills are, and they're religion based. I'm sorry but freedom of relgion is having the right to not only go to whatever church you want, but to have the right to stay home and worship the mold that is growing under the sink. Whether I want one kids or a hundred that is my burger flipping choice, and no man or woman has any right to tell me otherwise.

Okay I'll stop this here. I think we've all need a break for the night. So let me end this with some points. Whether you're pro life, pro choice, pro cannibal, or whatever that is you're right and no one can take that from you unless you let them. To the breakfast table destroyers out there, the next time you decide to shame the rest of us for our views, take a good look at your life. Have you ever been shamed for your beliefs? Fucking hurts doesn't it.

And as always buckets of caffiene for all, except Grotman. Also here's lock picks for the ladies...just incase they try to chain us to our stoves. ^.^